The Small Dog is under the weather…

I’ve been feeling under the weather, It is winter and bones can get cold… Especially when you reach my age And your two-legs keeps saying “You’re old.” * Now, I know that in ‘dog years’ I’m eldest, Though the theory has been disproved That I’ll age seven years in your twelvemonth So the argument leavesContinue reading “The Small Dog is under the weather…”

The Small Dog’s ‘Recipe’ for Chicken

“There are, you know, limits, O writer,” said I, “To how long I’ll stay here to whimper and sigh. Perhaps it’s the heat that been making me sicken… But now I’m not well, you should feed me on chicken.” * “Oh Small Dog, you do not seem too ill to me, You’ve barked at theContinue reading “The Small Dog’s ‘Recipe’ for Chicken”